The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If I hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have seen him under the moonlight at Yaotai.
A branch of red dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbreaking.
May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like it? Poor Feiyan Yi Xinzhuang.
The two famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king looks on with a smile.
To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the langan in the north.